BRIEF SNIPPET OF CHAPTER TWO OF ‘I Transmigrated Into A Shitty Otome Game’:
! potential spoiler warnings? — though I don’t really think so personally — below: !
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SERIOUSLY, just what kind of shitty luck did you have? More importantly— shouldn’t have it been kind of important to warn you about the, you know, penalties that end in death?
When the System can finally talk to you again, you’re seriously going to find a way to strangle it.
You dismiss your murderous thoughts away, as clearly you have a bigger problem coming your way—
“[Name]. Did you lose your mind over night, girl? Talking to your elders like that is.. disrespectful.”
You look up — curse this tiny body — to find a lanky woman, with white hair and brown eyes that glint in the light with pure hatred. If you didn’t know any better, without having to hear her witch-like voice, you probably would have assumed that she was your average, everyday grandmother that made cookies and knitted sweaters.
You hear a ping, and look next to the older woman only to see a new screen, different from the one you saw from before.
